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str4wbxrrytxffi · 7 months

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I always wonder why link pulls all the red heads

Like there's zelda from Four swords(iconic red head,thanks Nintendo),malon,marin,midna,and medli

Link better give me one of his red heads/j

#bun talk #loz #legend of zelda #four swords #zelda #link #ocarina of time #oot malon #malon #links awakening #la #la marin #links awakening marin #midna #twilight princess #tp midna #wind waker #ww medli #medli

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chayannecraft · 5 months

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hey the last drawing will probably be uploaded tomorrow!! i know you'll understand but i've been very busy today :)

anyway i'm curious about if the other eggs have any sort of role in your au??

OH and if you want to talk abt what chayanne and phil's relationship is like, i've been very curious about that lol bc it seems like phil's both very protective of him and doesn't care about him that much. not saying you haven't thought it out i'm just eager to look more into his character!

Hello!! Yeah no I understand I’ve been super busy too. Finals season and everythang. It’s a curse. Oh my god. (Which is why im so late answering this ask hello omg!!!) But anyways yes hello oh my god questions!!!! 💖💖💖!!!!! YES!!! I WILL ANSWER

The other eggs have very loose roles but they do exist!! They sort of take up the space of the descendants-of-the-champions roles that Sidon and the others fill (although I’m not sure who is who at the moment, would have to think about that a little more!!) (I have no idea what role Tallulah plays, but I think she might be traveling around with Wilbur, more info on that later) but sometimes they’re also just like, normal random kids. They are all friends I promise. I don’t have a lot on them though so this is not that coherent.

CHAYANNE AND PHIL. WOUGH BOY. THIS IS A LONG ONE

You were right in that Phil is very protective of Chayanne!! I think a part of him knew Chayanne was The Chosen Hero, but when faced with the decision to send him off to what very well could have been his sons death, if not horrific trauma he was like um. No lol. Not doing that.

A consequence of the storyline in general is Phil isn’t very mentioned a lot, so it gives off the idea that he’s uncaring towards Chayanne, but I promise you that’s not the case!! (Not to make fun of you or call you out of course). Phil is actually very loving towards his son, and was devastated when he ran away with the Master Sword.

Then (for reasons I haven’t thought up yet) he’s pretty distracted but desperately trying to get his kid back. Until the calamity happens and they fail. Then he’s under the impression his son is just dead and he’s in mourning for the next 100 years (Why is he still alive in 100 years, you ask! Well! I took everything from these kids and I think taking their parents is a little bit too cruel so everybody is blessed by some sort of god that expands their lifespan a couple hundred ok :D!!!)

And then a little bit after botw someone goes to Philza and is like hey. The hero is back. He’s hanging out with Princess Pomme. He looks a lot like the missing hero from 100 years ago. Your son. Might be your son Phil. And Phil basically takes 3 seconds to process this before clawing himself up from his depression and being like OK. WE’RE GONNA GO GET HIM!!! AND IF ANYBODY TRIES TO STOP ME IM MAULING THEM. Of course he gets to hyrule RIGHT as totk plot starts and Chayanne goes missing so kind of an L BUT THEY DO REUNITE!!!

They get their moments. They also get a really tearful reunion where Chayanne is like dad im so sorry for running off oh my god :( I forgot you for a hundred years you must be so upset with me. And Philza is hugging him like oh my god my kid is ok. Oh my god. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WHAT THE FUCK. And then just caries him around. And probably has some sort of beef with Missa because that’s Chayanne’s Hyrule-Dad. Meanwhile Pomme stands in the back ready to kill him if he makes one wrong move.

There’s a side story kind of sequel relating to that where Pomme and Chayanne have to grapple with the fact that Chay is also a prince and his dad misses him dearly and wants him to come home but they don’t want to be separated ever for the rest of their lives. Maybe even some parent bonding. Like a little family-person drama to contrast the cursed-destiny-supernatural-calamity drama and probably some Death Family Bonding.

#qsmp botw au #asks #thank you so much medli whenever you send me asks I’m like !!!! ASK FOR ME?? PEOPLE LIKE?? WANT ME TO TALK!:#I LOVE YOUR QUESTIONS ALWAYS #I love Philza in botw au his suffering is never ending #straight up thought his kid was dead. finds put he isnt. hauls ass over there. actually your son is missing again lol #reminds me that I have a bunch of mini qsmp botw aus that branch out. like a ton. some of them are cool (the parents fight to get their #kids back in totk bc they both go missing) and others are #just batshit insane #COUGH COUGH MY PURGATORY AU WHERE CHAY AND POMME JUST.#END UP THERE AND ARE LIKE OH THAT EYE GUY IS CALAMITY?#WE CAN KILL HIM. and then they do. purgatory over everybody go home #but honestly that one is just an excuse for me to do more mini codebreakers who are ride or die for each orher #*other #and just general purgatory and badassery

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coolcattime · 6 days

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I was so happy to write down my basic idea of my OC verse Mianite crossover, to get the thoughts out of my head and focus on my frankly stupid amount of WIPs, but then like;

Looks at Jordan and Andor, a pair that have become siblings via found family vibes where Jordan helped Andor gain a lot of confidence he’d previously been lacking due to his abusive dad, Helgrind. When Andor is arrested on Helgrind’s orders, Jordan helps put together a plan and a crew to rescue him, leading to the crew assaulting the prison and breaking Andor out. During his imprisonment, Andor loses his wings. Jordan forges Andor a ring that allows to regrow and give back at least one of the things that was taken from him.

Looks at Idric Ba’lor and Medli, a pair that have become siblings via found family vibes where Idric helped Medli gain a lot of confidence she’d previously been lacking due to her abusive guardian, Clarissa. When Medli is kidnapped by Clarissa, Idric puts together a crew and helps put together a plan to rescue her, leading to the crew assaulting the island Medli has been taken to and rescuing Medli. During her imprisonment, Medli loses her leg. Medli uses her own powers to regrow her leg (or at least a facsimile of one), but that isn’t the only thing that she lost at Clarissa’s hands. Idric collects the ripped apart pieces of Medli’s blanket, and repairs it to give back at least something that was taken from her.

And like I knew there would be some fecking scenes that came to my head, because that’s kinda how AU ideas work for me. But wanting to do a character piece with Jordan as the main focus is maybe the most surprising thing for my brain to wait to do.

#Mianite libris crossover #like i just know that Idric would be incredibly stressed being away from Medli #and probably want to smash something apart #and i can just see a scene where idric is trying to get some stress out and Jordan ends up talking being worried about Medli #and Jordan is just kinda like being reminded of himself and Andor #idk i think it's got vibes #mianite #jordan captainsparklez #prince andor #cat's oc #idric ba'lor #medli mistwalker

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boysofhyrule · 2 months

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Groose au pt10: can’t swim

Impa and Dave step out of the portal onto a raft in the middle of the ocean

Impa: Ok he’s not here, of course he’s not let’s go back and try ag-

Dave: Portal closed

Impa:WHAT!

——10 hours later——

Dave: I spy something white

Impa: The sea foam?

Dave: No

Impa: No? What do you mean no? There is nothing else out here!

Dave: There is that ship approaching

???: Ahoy!

—Back with Groose—

Groose: so your like my friend Dave, he’s also a talking bird

medli: um alright? How does this relate to the question I asked?

Groose: I-I don’t know but you came from fish people?

Medli: yes?

Groose: weird

#linked universe #loz #incorrect quotes #legend of zelda #link #zelda #hyrule warriors #impa #groose #medli #groose au #groose x impa #dave #who’s going to save them #???#dave the bird the myth the legend #dave the talking bird #bird

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wonderful-bellies · 2 years

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Local friends got my thinking hard about GiD again uhg. I'm constantly hungry for content of those boys

#I wamt them to talk ti eachother dammit #pls you idiots #I continue to wait eagerly for them to do a mutually willing and or enthusiastic vore dammit #GiD #getting in deep #vore related #medli rambles

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tigirl-and-co · 1 year

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Don't let people ruin things for you. I dropped out of the Zelda fandom for a few years due to some interactions that left a very bad taste in my mouth, but god I'm still so in love with the series.

#titi talks #once i finish ch2 of bone white im gonna write a quick fluff oneshot #of medli x link #my very first videogame otp

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trixstriforce · 2 years

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NEED more loz poly ship posts...

ill be the change i want to see in others, tbh my fav polyship i have is the Polycule in wind waker/phantom hourglass i have where Link is dating Tetra who is dating Medli who is dating Komali who is dating Link...but Tetra isnt dating Komali and Link isnt dating Medli, do u understand? r u seeing the vision

#wind waker #love this polycyle w/ all my heart i need a shio tag if i talk more about them ever uhhh #loz #link #komali #medli #tetra #pirate poly #toast told me it was a good idea

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cyberrose2001 · 11 months

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Girl, I have a good one for you. If you recall the episode s2 ep21 in TFP when Prime got the Starsaber destroyed. He had a bit of an attitude at the end. Sure, everyone could understand why, but it makes you curious.

Place a f!human reader, supposely close to him. She cannot stand him acting this way and basically yells and bitches at him. In the end, he argues back which frighten her since she hasn't seen him mad. She runs only for him to come and apologize leading to confession and a nice NSFW!!

Consequences

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

I'm so sorry that this took waaay longer than intended, my word doc glitched and didn't save half of it so I had to rewrite the rest from memory :(

Either way, Medli, your requests are always so delicious to write, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral sex.

Word count: 2531

You can't stand him being like this, cold and distant. Optimus had just returned from retrieving the first set of the precious Omega keys that supposedly would revive Cybertron, but only with great sacrifice.

It was bad enough that Optimus thought he had lost another team member at the hands of Megatron, our rookie who tends to bite off more than he can chew. He hid his emotions well, but at that point, you could tell in his optics that he was about to snap. A force that you were sure would send shockwaves throughout the team and across the cosmos.

You knew that impact was evident when you watched Optimus walk through the ground bridge with a shattered Star Saber. A powerful weapon forged by the Primes solely delivered for Optimus's use is now destroyed, broken beyond repair. You can feel his EM field in the air, instantly dampening the atmosphere in the room. It's heavy, laden with sorrow and, worst of all, silent.

He hadn't said a word to you. Not even a glance or a nod. Nothing, nada. He skipped past everyone's worried looks and made a bee-line to the base computer, where the next set of Iacon coordinates remained projected onto the screen, waiting for him to decode them. The emotions on Optimus's face were difficult to read, a mixture of despair, desolation and, most of all, focus, all colliding behind these brilliantly blue optics you've come to love and drown yourself in.

But those hardened eyes won't prevent you from giving him a stern talking-to. You've grown close with the stoic leader for the short time you've known him compared to his potential billion-year lifespan. You're not afraid to tell him to take a break or say things how it was, no matter his intellect. And right now, the Prime needs a break.

You slowly approach him from behind. Even when he is helm deep in the monitor's circuits, you are sure he can still hear you. After all, Archivists were the eyes and ears of his home planet. You give him a light tap on his pede to try and draw his attention to you.

"Hey." You call out to him. His frame is unmoving, delicate servos feverishly typing away. He hadn't seemed to notice you, or maybe he was ignoring you. You give him another firm tap of your foot, which turns into kicking.

"HEY!" You yell to him, "I know your ears work. Get your head out of the computer and stop ignoring me!"

That got his attention. His servos stopped in their tracks, but his back still faced you. He seems to be listening.

"You need to take a break. You're overworking yourself." You fold your arms, "Those coordinates can wait. You can't decode them properly while your processor fries from lack of recharge."

"I'm fine." He says bluntly, not even bothering to turn and look at you.

If there's one thing you hate more than being ignored, it's when Optimus lies through his teeth.

"Optimus, you're not fucking fine!" In frustration, you throw your hands in the air, "Don't lie to me because I know when you do. Ever since you got back, you've totally ignored everyone… your team… even me! You're being a total bitch to everyone that actually cares about you. That's not who you are. Now, it's best that you get your head out of your aft and that damn computer and get some fucking rest!"

Now that struck a chord. Optimus spins around fast, slamming a fist into the concrete floor next to you and sending debris into the air, some almost hitting your face. He crouches close to your frame, harsh ex-vents grace over your body, and whips your hair around. But you stand your ground, albeit slightly terrified at the change of Optimus's demeanour.

"I do not suppose you believe Megatron wouldn't stop at nothing to get his claws on the next Iacon relics?" He growls. He's so close to you that you can see every dent and imperfection on his faceplate, some from his most recent battle with the Decepticon tyrant, "I will NOT stop until I decode the remaining coordinates. I will not let you or anyone prevent me from doing so. So if you would be so kind…"

He looms closer to you. He's growling at you. You step back but almost trip on the rubble scattered behind you, "Leave me alone."

You're trembling because of two potential reasons. Optimus has never raised his voice or got angry at you, not even at the other bots. And the second is the ungodly amount of blood rushing to your loins. You're at his mercy under his gaze. While you are surprisingly horny, you're intimidated by the pinpoint optics burning holes in your body.

"Fine. You wanna be left alone? Then I'll leave you alone." Your own fists are clenching now. You can't look vulnerable before him, "Come find me when you're not busy making out with the computer screen."

And with your final blow, you turn on your heel and storm out of the base, ignoring the wide-eyed faces of the other bots, who had unfortunately witnessed the whole thing. You didn't care where you were running to; you just needed to get out of there and blow off some steam. Something that Optimus should be doing as well.

Optimus watched you run out of the base, his optics softening a fraction. While what he said about not resting until he decodes the rest of the coordinates was true, Optimus caught himself lying when he told you to leave. You were the only thing preventing him from breaking down and losing his shit. You are why he hasn't locked himself in a stasis pod and cranked the dial to ten billion years so that he doesn't have to endure a moment longer of this Primus-forsaken war.

But watching the human he loved run away from him, he realised his mistake. Optimus has just pushed away the only human tethering him to the edge of a self-hatred cliff, and he's just cut the cord.

He releases his death grip on the crumbled floor, letting the pebbles fall out of the servos. You probably hate him now. You probably don't even want to see him again, and he doesn't blame you. But the least he could do was apologise before you leave for good.

Your feet are starting to ache. You know you've been walking for a while when there's nothing but desert sand and the worn-down asphalt of the road to keep you company.

You hadn't meant what you said to Optimus to come out so harsh. Most of the time, when you would first tell him to recharge, he would be reluctant but would oblige. Tough love was your philosophy. But this time, your philosophy may have been a step too far today. You greatly underestimated how stressed the Prime was. That was a mistake on your part. That fact that he was grieving the potential loss of a teammate and the weapon that could win the war? It would've helped if you were more understanding and compassionate.

You should turn back; the sun was beginning to set. It looks beautiful, and you wish Optimus was here because you know he would enjoy this as much as you do.

Speak of the devil. A low rumbling noise grows louder from some distance behind you; you know it's Optimus. Most likely coming to banish you from the base for how you spoke to him.

He rolls behind you and flashes his high beam, and you stop. You can feel and hear him transform behind you, but you don't turn to look at him because you feel ashamed.

"Optimus, I'm sorry for how I spoke to you." You take a deep breath and cradle your arms to your stomach, "I… I didn't realise how troubled you are about…"

A cold servo wraps around your shoulder, sending goosebumps across your body. Optimus carefully spins you around to face him, and he oozes your exact amount of regret. His optics cast a brilliant glow across your form, and the remaining flickers of the sunset reflect off his metal, casting him in an orange hue.

"Y/n, I should be the one who apologises." His downturned dermas hurt your heart, "There was no justification for my actions. I should not have lashed out at you the way I did."

"But there was justification for it, and I was careless about your feelings." You say, bringing a hand to the servo resting on your shoulder, "I shouldn't have said those things, I realise now."

A small smile creeps into the corner of Optimus's dermas, "Perhaps not, and while I am very saddened by today's events, I do not think you realise how much your words encourage me."

"But…" You're cut off by a smooth thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I should have told you this a long time ago, but… Primus, you are the only thing in this universe holding me together." He takes a sharp intake, "I love you more than anything."

Your breath catches in your throat. Optimus, the greatest warrior to ever grace this Earth, just confessed to you. In the middle of the desert, when the temperature is dropping but you don't even feel it because the warm glow of his optics and his confession sparks a fire in your chest.

"Optimus… I do… I love you… I." You struggle to find the words—instead, you involuntary shiver.

Of course, Optimus notices and give you a slight chuckle, "It is getting cold. May you accompany me back to base?"

You nod, and instantly, he transforms into his alt mode, leaving the passenger door open for you and you make haste and climb in, and he buckles the seat belt for you. Staring out the window to witness the last of the sunset, resting your head against the window as Optimus turns his heater on for you. You sigh in contentment as he pulls onto the road and journeys home.

"OptiMUUS… hngh… please." You whine from the bed and tug at the restraints on your wrists, soft, breathless begging as Optimus's grip on your thighs tightens and relaxes with every swipe of his glossa.

You could say that this was a form of payback, a playful punishment from when you yelled at him earlier. Even though he had forgiven you for saying those harsh words, he told you on the way home that he still needed to "put you in your place". At the time, you had no idea what that entailed, but little did you know the method Optimus liked to 'punish' you was to edge you on the cusp of euphoria multiple times only to deny you of any orgasm.

It was torture, but you kind of deserved it.

"P-Please, fuck…" You beg, writhing your hips as Optimus drags his glossa around your folds, then circles your clit, "I can't- no more… FUCK."

It was an endless back-and-forth pattern. Optimus would lick your folds and collect your fluids on his glossa before dragging it back to your clit, circling it and increasing the pressure momentarily. And just when you were so close to cumming he would stop teasing the bundle of nerves and go back to licking strips up your pussy. You tried rocking your hips desperately to chase the high, but it was in vain as he would instantly pull away and watch as your hips writhe around to find friction.

"I do believe you are close. Am I correct to assume so?" Optimus grins, pressing light kisses to the inside of your thigh and, in turn, smearing your fluids over your soft sweaty skin.

"You asshole," You groan as he presses a firm kiss to your clit, "You know I am-aahHHH!"

Your whine cuts you off as Optimus wraps his dermas around your clit and gives you a harsh suck, and rolls it around his denta.

"I do not like your choice of words, Y/n." He growls against your clit, sending vibrations throughout your body, "I am not the 'asshole' you speak of."

The sucking at your clit sends electrical shocks through your thighs, making them shake and clench around his helm. Your hands find purchase on the berth under you, and you grip the sheet so hard you can feel it rip. You can feel him smiling against your mound as you thrust your hips into his intake, finally feeling your orgasm wash over you. It was sweet relief from a long two hours of edging, and you weren't sure how much longer you could've handled his glossa torturing you.

Optimus lifts his helm from your pussy, and you're trying so hard not to whine as you watch him lick up a string of arousal still attached to his dermas.

"F-Fuck…" You whimper, hips stuttering. The torment is finally over, you think. But you were severely wrong when you felt a cold digit rub at your folds, and he pushed it inside. You cry in overstimulation as he curls the digit, pressing against your G-Spot in a mind-numbing, relentless thrust. Similar to Megatrons antics in retrieving those Iacon relics, this bastard is stopping at nothing until he retrieves every last orgasm from your trembling body.

Optimus chuckles as you throw your head back and try to maneuver your hips away from his servos. He's enjoying watching you become an overstimulated mess, he's getting a high out of it, and it's taking all your strength not to slap him in the helm. You love him, but this is getting too much for you.

"You seem to be enjoying your punishment, hm?" Optimus smirks and strums his thumb to your already hyper-sensitive clit, "It certainly looks that way. I wonder if I can make you overload again."

You let out a string of swears as he thrusts his digit with haste, his thumb circling your clit and increasing the pressure. The wet sounds between your thighs are lewd and only add to your pleasure. The room becomes hazy and distant as you clench around his digit, and a second orgasm slams your body within the span of two minutes. Optimus lets out a guttural groan as he feels your walls clench around his digit; Primus knows what it would feel like with his throbbing spike inside you.

Optimus watches as you pant, sweat covering your entire skin. He gives a breathless laugh and leans down to kiss your soft lips, his glossa transferring some of your fluids onto your tongue. During the kiss, he groans as he slowly drags his digit out of your dripping pussy and relishes the little whine you give him.

"You're mean." You groan out against his intake. Your body is exhausted from his torment, and you're sure he can feel your muscles quivering against his plating. He innocently chuckles as if he hadn't just made a mess of you.

"I can assure you this was a one-off. No more torment, love." Optimus kisses your forehead, servos tracing circles on your thighs, "But on this occasion, you needed to know the consequences of your actions in future."

#transformers prime #tfp optimus #tfp optimus x human reader #tfp optimus x reader #valveplug

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mistymandalas · 7 months

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wind waker is legitimately so angsty

Spoilers ig

also tw for mentions of murder

OOT’s world is dead. Drowned beneath the waves by the hand of the gods they worshipped. It is a relic of the past that only serves as a place for the master sword and a prison for Tetra. On top of that, Gannondorf is a bitter old man now, caught in the past of his failures, the death of his entire people. He is the only gerudo left in WW. And at the end of everything, Gannondorf feels the winds that always meant death for his people, this time coming for him.

the pirates legitimately thought link died after being thrown off the tower at the forsaken fortress. Grandma, in your absence, has grown sick and is slipping in and out of consciousness when you find her. And if you’ve ever seen one the Redeads from wind waker you’ve known true fear lol

and the only person who are actually doing anything are children. Link, Tetra, Medli, Makar (whose age is debatable but he’s young in korok years so shhhhh). When you get to rito village medli is the first person to do something about Valoo. None of the adults volunteer to help save Aryll. Makar and Medli take the role of the new sages, one of which is still getting the hang of flying.

and the past sages? Oh yeah Gannon murdered them.

The ideas and standards of the past are no longer relevant- in fact, they hinder the protagonists. Mostly Tetra. She gets an entire makeover from the king of red lions, whitewashed, and is told that she must stay in this dusty old castle a thousand miles from home ‘for her protection’.

And it dosen’t even matter in the end, because she gets kidnapped anyways. She would have been safer with her crew, where she belongs, and where her wisdom actually applies: her knowledge of the world and the people and the sea. She certainly knows more than link does (saves his life multiple times and is instrumental to the 1st half of the game), yet because of her ‘role to play’, she has to play princess while the real work is being done.

the goddess that were so present in OOT have drowned Hyrule and all its people. You meet three whole Goron’s in the game, with no mention of where the rest of them are or if they have been reduced to traveling merchants. As mentioned, the gerudo are extinct. Presumably, countless hylians were left to drown when the great sea came.

at the end of the game, I feel like it’s one of the only games that shows you how TIRED link is. And how young he is. He collapses after the fight with gannondorf is over, clutching his injured arm and staring at Gannondorfs dead body. That he has just STABBED IN THE HEAD. (Side note: up until this point link has done this silly little happy dance when he defeats a boss, jumping up in the air and pumping his fists. It is that much more striking when the final battle, full of dramatics and speeches and harsh color pallets, is served in silence. Link looks absolutely haunted by his actions).

Gannondorf towers over him, and dosent even give him the choice to fight him at first. He punches a literal child because he cannot afford to lose again. Link leaves him and the last remains of Hyrule to drown.

all of this is wrapped and packaged under this timeless cartoon artstyle that people take (or took) one look at and decide is a children’s game. All my Linked universe fans, this I feel like also applies to Wind. He’s almost 14, has killed a man and looked him in the eyes while he did it, yet the chain takes hits for him and underestimate his talent.

this game is so relevant to today it’s scary. The loss of land, the emphasis on how the next generation is what matters, how Gannon and the King look at the great sea and only see it for what is was and not what it is now, how beautiful and exciting it is for Link and Tetra. I love wind waker to pieces.

anyways thanks for coming to my Ted talk pls remember to drink water, do some stretches and take care of urself!! <333

#Really went on a tangent there wow #wind lu #linked universe #wind linked universe #wind waker

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theorphicangel · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.| 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦!) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 |

synopsis: 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

tags: roommates au, fem!reader, eventual smut, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟐. 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲

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warnings: bleeding but like a little mini cut on the thumb nothing gory 🧍🏿‍♂️

chapter one here.

“Good morning, sunshine!” your voice was loud – obnoxiously loud for eight in the morning. A wide grin spread across your lips as you marched out of your room in an oversized shirt.

It was in fact not sunshine at all. Through the large, clear glass windows of the apartment, heavy gray clouds hung over the city– the threat of rain ready to ruin the day ahead.

Your eyes were met by the cold, metallic eyes of Levi who sat on the high stool at the kitchen table, midway through drinking a cup of tea in his hand, and just from his stoic expression you can tell that you’d successfully annoyed him with your cheerfulness. You somehow always knew how to startle him.

Accompanying his tea, he had a pink and white polka dot plate–that you of course picked from the store–with toast, cut diagonally.

You strolled past Levi, feeling his eyes become fixated onto your figure, no doubt that his glare deepening and piercing through your skin.

Opening the balcony doors, a fresh wave of the cold air burst through the apartment. Levi grit his teeth, his tongue ready to form some words to scold you but they died quickly once he realized that you were already too far away to hear him.

“Melanie!” you beam, picking up your mini potted plant from the corner of the small balcony, “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Yep, you are fucking crazy.” Levi mumbled to himself, before his lips met the rim of the teacup.

His eyes lingered on your form carefully as you picked up each one of your several potted plants and wished them a happy valentine’s. You've greeted them every single morning without fail ever since Hange informed you that talking to your plants helps them to grow faster. The carbon dioxide or some other shit you said when you told him about it.

To him, it’s a waste of space. He can’t trust himself to go out there and not accidentally knock over one of them– which in the laws of your world is ultimately treason. Because to you, they’re like your children. He’s watched you give them names and birthdates that you’ll never remember, each day you’re spontaneously changing up their ages.

He clicks his tongue, plants don’t even have ages anyways, it’s stupid.

He just hasn’t got the heart to tell you that yet.

After watering your plants, you step back inside and as much as he thought you were an absolute weirdo, he has somehow found himself getting into the habit of making sure that the water can was filled every morning.

It was the least he could do if he was up early anyways.

Sliding the balcony door shut, apparent goosebumps run up your arms and he notices the way you shiver and not so secretly hold back a sniffle as the aftermath from your cold last week.

Typical.

“You shouldn’t be going out there without a coat.” He noted.

You shrug, “I was only out for five minutes.”

“I don’t care.” Levi added, “I’m not looking after you again if you get sick, it was such a pain in the ass.”

It was a blatant lie but he wasn’t going to let you know that.

You stuck out your tongue at him, “I wasn’t asking you to look after me in the first place, that was all of your own free will, idiot.”

Levi holds back the retort that lingers in his throat, you did have a point about that but he couldn’t just help himself, he’d known too well from previous experiences that health was something to take seriously.

Remaining unamused, his eyes try not to linger on your thighs as you stroll past him, instead becoming more invested in the whole grain toast on his plate.

“Still lonely hearted as ever, lee’?” You comment, pouring a hot cup of coffee for you, the water still hot from Levi’s recent use.

He scoffed, not turning his head to speak to you, “Last time I checked, you don’t have a date either dumbass.”

A mischievous smile danced on your lips as you proudly broke the news to Levi.

“Ha, the joke’s on you.” You took a simple pause before announcing it to him, relishing in your comeback.

“I actually have a date tonight.”

He almost gets whiplash from how fast his neck twists over to you, his eyes now studying your expression.

“Real funny.” he mumbles.

“I’m serious! Didn’t I tell you before?” you question, setting down your identical polka dot plate with a half cut bagel and your cup of coffee besides him.

As you settle into your seat Levi’s mind casts back to your previous conversations, his mind specifically scanning through any points in recent conversation where you brought up the fact that you have a date for Valentine’s.

He shakes his head doubtfully, a few seconds after your proposed question, “No, I don’t think you did.”

His eyes watch you apprehensively as you butter your bagel.

He would’ve definitely known, he never forgets anything you say.

“Well, I do have a date for tonight.” you declare, before taking a bite.

“With who? Your imaginary best friend?” he snorts.

Your lips tilt down in disapproval, “Okay grumpy, just ‘cause other people actually have love in their lives doesn’t mean you should dismiss them like that.”

“If you wanna call making up an imaginary partner a synonym of love, I don't know any other way to tell you that you’re batshit crazy.”

You groan at his joke, poking your finger at his hardened bicep, “I’m serious!”

He lets out an exhale after recognising that your tone of voice only gets like that when you are genuinely serious.

“Who is it?” he asked gingerly, and never in his life has he ever goddamn hoped that you’re messing with him. That this is all just a stupid prank. He finds his heart rate increasing by the second, anxious for your response.

“Uh, Pieck set me up with someone last week, his name is Daniel or something, he’s a good friend of hers.”

His lower abdomen churns, his palms quickly turning sweaty. It takes all of him not to show a reaction.

“Where?” he clears his throat, trying to keep panic out of his tone. His face is kept impassive as you look at him. You notice an apprehensive look in his eyes but you take it as him just being curious.

“We’re going for dinner at that new Italian restaurant that just opened up, ‘Il sog–uh–something.” you say, mouth half full as you speak, which is something that would irritate the fuck out of him right now but his mind is too preoccupied with the information that you just gave him.

“Right.” He feels his throat begin to close up, a frown beginning to form across his forehead.

“He’s picking me up at seven so–”

“I’m not waiting up for you.” he quips.

You huff, “I wasn’t asking you to, doofus.”’

“Good.'' Then he stood up abruptly, the screech of the chair being pushed back against the floor echoes throughout the apartment.

“I’m going to be late for work.” he announced, heading to his room.

You frown at the clock on the wall, “What? It’s only eight? You didn’t even finish your-” the slam of a door interrupts the end of your sentence, “breakfast.”

He doesn’t take the time to hear it as he shuts his bedroom door with more force than he expected.

Levi walks over to his bedside table and opens up the mini drawer, taking out a red envelope without a name on the back. His fingers pry it open, taking out a pink card, one that he spent fifteen minutes deciding on whether you’d like it or not and then being reassured by Hange that you would because it was one with bears on it and he knew that you’d like something as cute and stupid as that.

Opening the card, the message is brief in his neat handwriting, simply wishing a happy Valentine’s.

He takes out the small black card in it.

Il Sogno Bello.

Reservation for two.

At 7:00pm.

Please call in advance if you wish to cancel.

He stares at the mini card before his fingers tear it in half without a second thought.

Good thing he’s got the number saved, right?

—

“So?! So?! Did you give her the card?!”

His eyes glance away from his computer screen with a deadpan look. Hange’s lips turn into a pout when Levi gives no response back.

“She didn’t like it?!” they exclaim widely– also a little too loud for nine in the morning.

“Fuck, we shouldn’t have gotten bears, it’s too out of character for someone like you, we should’ve-”

“I didn’t give it to her.” he interrupts, his frown deepening at the topic of the conversation. This only reminded him of what you had told him earlier and further deepened his gloomy mood.

“What? Why?” Hange asks, their lips parted in surprise. “I wrote a whole script for you to remember.”

“Because some guy’s already taking her out later.” he reveals, a crease between his brows. “I was too late.”

His mind suddenly casts back to a night not too long ago, during one movie night on a Friday when he caught you giggling at your phone. A childish grin spread across your lips.

“What?” he asks, glancing over from the side of the couch the glow of your phone screen lighting up your face.

“Are you even watching?”

“Yea- uh yes!” you place your phone down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”

And despite you placing it down, he didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on the device for the rest of the movie. You soon irritated him with your constant fidgeting, the itch to check your phone almost impossible for him to ignore. He dismissed it back then. But he should’ve guessed.

He should’ve known not to waste his time or Hange’s for that matter as they dragged him around to nearly every card store in the city. Now, he remembers about the box of your favorite chocolates hidden in his drawer that no longer seeks any purpose. But thank fuck, he didn’t end up getting you roses like Hange advised him to do, he wouldn’t have had any idea what to do with that.

“Oh-” they say, “Oh Levi-”

“M’ not upset about it.” He interrupts once more, reading Hange’s mind and sensing their pity. He didn’t need that. Not now or ever.

“It was a stupid idea anyways, I don’t even know why we did it.”

“Levi-” they begin, “It’s not too late to tell-”

His head perks up behind Hange, his eyes caught by a blond figure behind them, he rises from his seat suddenly, audibly mumbling to Hange. “Erwin’s calling me over.”

For the rest of the day, it’s like a dark, threatening cloud looms directly above his head, infiltrating his mind. He doesn’t even want to go home, dreading the thought of returning and watching you get ready for tonight when it should be him taking you out, not a random guy.

He tries to look for a reason to stay behind and get more work done. Hell, he even goes to Erwin to ask if there’s anything he should get a headstart on. Instead Erwin gives him a quizzical look, “Are you alright Levi? You seem – tense.”

“Never been fucking better.” he replies.

Following that failure, he finally heads home and in an attempt to kill time, he randomly goes for a car wash. It wasn’t really necessary but something about it calms him down, stops his mind from racing.

With that taking an extra fifteen minutes or so, he finds himself outside the door of your shared apartment, hesitant as to whether he should enter.

He takes a deep breath before inserting the key and twisting it. Opening the apartment door, his eyes widened at the sight of a large pile of clothes sitting in the living room.

Softly shutting the door behind him, clothes come flying out of your bedroom door and lands perfectly on the high chair near the high top counter.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled.

“Levi is that you?”

He tuts, more at himself for making himself known. So much for the plan of quietly hiding away in his room for the rest of the night. “Who else would it be, idiot?”

You rush out of your bedroom, surprisingly out of breath and in your bath robe. “Sorry– stupid question.”

Guilt immediately creeps in at his response and his tongue slips out another question instead.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know what to wear for tonight.” You huff, looking at the pile of clothes all astray. You ran a hand over your forehead with a stressed expression. “Help me!” you pout, picking up two items in each of your hands, one black and one white.

He takes in your helpless face and sighs.

How could he not say no to that?

—

“How about this one?”

You come out in a short white dress, your curves accentuated and breasts pushed up. It’s cute and simple, not overdoing it but it’s subtle enough to bring eyes to you. Your hands attempt to pull it down further over your thighs but your efforts are in vain.

He doesn’t like it. Not because of you. But because of the guy who’ll see you in it. He doesn’t want him getting pervy with you.

“No.” he deadpans.

You groan, your shoulders slumping. “Levi! This is the seventh one you’ve rejected.”

“It’s Febuary and it’s fucking freezing.” he says, which to an extent is a half truth of why you shouldn’t you going out in that tonight.

“Okay, fine you do have a point, but I wanna impress him.”

“You don’t need to go out of your comfort zone to impress him, just wear what makes you feel good and comfortable and if he doesn’t like it then…tough.”

You giggle at his words, a somewhat comfort to you.

You stroll back inside your room, trying another outfit. Levi sits on the arm of the couch, his knuckles resting on his lips, softly moving as if he’s in deep thought and it’s not until you come out of your room that you catch his attention.

And holy fuck do you have it.

It feels as if his breath gets knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you remerging out from your room. A dark, midnight blue dress hugs at your figure, a perfect tone with your skin. It’s still a little short for his liking but other than that he has no other complaints. How could he have any when you look so…perfect?

“I picked one with sleeves, so you don’t have to worry about me being cold.” You tease, stroking a hand over the soft fabric.

His gray eyes travel up your figure, and then down, and then up again.

“Well…?” you say, anxious for his response.

“It’s…nice.”

“Nice?” you deadpan, your expression falling flat. “Real creative.”

A small blush rises up his cheeks, his mind panicking on how to reassure you. “It’s perfect.”

Your cheeks heat up, “Really?”

He hums, a low tone, “Really. I like it.”

Relief fills your body, “Oh fucking finally!” You exclaim. “I thought I was going to have to go in a fucking bin bag at this point.”

He scoffs at your comment “You’d look the same nonetheless.”

You flip him your middle finger as you walk over to him. Sighing, you ask reluctantly, “Can you zip this up for me?” you turn revealing a half zipped up dress, the top of your back exposed.

He nods wordlessly, swallowing the thick knot stuck in his throat. His one hand keeps you steady and is placed on your hip and your whole body feels like melting at the contact. His hand brushes up the trail of your spine as he zips up your dress, goosebumps patterning up your arms.

You swallow nervously at the silence between the two of you and after a moment or two he clears his throat to break the uneasiness.

“What time will you be getting back?”

“Mhmmm…midnight.” you tease.

Behind you he squints his eyes at you, trying to figure out whether you’re teasing or not.

“I’m kidding!” you confess, surprised at his lack of response, “ Jeez, you need to loosen up a little.”

He rolls his eyes, “No later than ten.”

“Ten!? What if we stay for dessert?” you ponder.

“Get it to go.”

“Or what if there’s traffic?”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re impossible.” you laugh, and it’s like music to his ears which only momentarily soothes the discontent in his mind.

“Or how about I text you if I’m extremely late and if the circumstances are incredibly hard to get out of?”

He swallows thickly as he grumbles, his tone a little sour. “Fine.”

“Keep your location on.” he adds, a little too quickly.

You hum, knowing the precautions and you feel an ache in your heart from his concern. You may have only known him for three years and despite his aloof nature you’ve grown to learn that his concern truly does go a long way.

You turn to meet his eyes once his hand pulls away from your hip and there's a mysterious gaze in them as he studies you. They linger on your body as if he can’t pull his eyes away, like a moth drawn to a flame.

As if he senses the danger of drawing too close to you, his eyes pull away and suddenly the heat that crept up your skin, dies and turns cold. He rises from his position, making a motion to head to his room.

“Good luck.” he says, his expression flat as if he’s come to a realization of something. If you had time you’d press on it further, but as the clock edges nearer to seven the only thing that you can respond to him with is just a simple thanks.

“Thank you, Levi.”

“If anything happens – call me.”

You nod, a smile on your lips. “Will do, see you later.”

—

Approximately three hours have passed since you left for your date.

Levi’s currently on the sofa, drowsily watching a random film that he picked. He doesn’t even know what it was about, he has no idea and he’s not about to start paying attention to it now.

He’s too preoccupied in fighting back the urge to check your location at every single second that passes.

You’ll be fine. You’re safe.

That’s what he tries to tell himself anyways.

If you needed anything, his phone would be buzzing right now.

But he can’t help think but what if-

What if something bad happens and you can’t call him?

What if your phone died and you can’t call anyone at all?

What if this ‘Daniel’ guy does turn out to be a creep and tries anything weird?

“For fuck’s sake.” he groans to himself, turning over to a more comfortable position as if that could help with the looming pit of anxiety in his lower abdomen and his intrusive thoughts.

The urge to get up and grab his keys– to text you he’s on his way to pick you up because he can’t fucking stand this anymore– is unreal.

It’s so unreal that he actually does it, his hand is about to grab his coat when a twist of the lock through the front door stops all his movement.

You appear suddenly and the first noticeable thing he notices is the bunch of red roses that you hold in your hand. Other than that, you’re completely fine, and there’s a confused expression on your face at Levi’s position near the coat rack.

“Where are you going this late at night?” you question, shutting the door behind you.

“Uh–” fuck, he didn’t have an excuse. “I was just – going for a walk.” he stupidly mutters, the only excuse his brain can think of.

“This late at night?” you ask, raising a brow in suspicion.

“Yeah, yeah to clear my mind.”

“Oh.” your expression becomes deflated, “Want me to come with you?”

Fucking hell, why do you have to make this so hard for him to think?

His hand drops from his coat, “Actually– it’s fine. I’ll go tomorrow.”

“You sure?” a tone of concern in your voice as you stare at him.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Now he glances up.

Talk about what?

How he felt like tearing his own hair out at the thought of you with somebody else tonight and the possibility of something bad happening to you?

Or about how he was about to go and pick you up because he doesn’t trust strangers in this fucking messed up world?

Or about how it felt like he was being brutally stabbed in his lower gut when you told him you had a date and how he had to go and cancel his fucking reservation because he was too fucking late to take you?

Or about how recently he can’t get you out of his fucking mind and that you infiltrate it so much so that you’re the last thing he thinks about when he goes to sleep and the first when he wakes up?

Or about how he’s such a fucking coward that he can’t even tell you how much you mean to him and how over the past three years you’ve somehow sneaked through the cracks of his heart and made it your fucking home?

“No, it’s nothing.” he deadpans.

“Are you sure?” you deliberately ask again, emphasizing your concern once more.

Anymore of that and he’ll feel like he’ll collapse on the spot.

“I’m good.” he says, attempting to exhibit it in a tone that is completely convincing to you.

“Are you gonna tell me about your date or what? You’re early.” he changes the subject and doesn’t miss how your face lights up at the mention of it. Looks like it went well.

Unfortunately for him.

Placing the roses down, you take off your coat, revealing the outfit you wore for tonight and again without fail, oxygen gets knocked out of his lungs.

He listens as you babble on about your date and suddenly his heart stops at the mention of how you turned up without a reservation.

“Can you believe how lucky we were that someone had canceled their reservation at the time we got there?” you stated. Levi raised a brow in faux surprise.

“What a coincidence.”

“We should go sometime” you suggest, and you’re both now sitting on the couch, your legs curled up with Levi sitting beside you. The movie he was half-watching now paused in a freeze frame on the screen.

“Maybe…” he says, “Don’t think I’m a fan of Italian.”

You let out a dramatic gasp at his confession, “Oh, I am so taking you, the risotto’s too fucking good not to try. We would’ve stayed for the desserts but Daniel got pulled out on a call about a cat that was hit by a car, poor thing…– Did I tell you he was a vet?”

“Yeah, about four times.” he reveals in a dry tone.

“Oh, sorry.” you reply, sheepishly fiddling with your fingers.

“Don’t be. You look like you had a good time.”

You smile, “I did.” looking over at the roses on the counter a reminder bursts into your head. “I should probably put those in a vase.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Levi murmurs.

“Really?”

He nods in confirmation.

“Oh okay then, good night Levi.”

“Night.” He doesn't miss how you linger at your door before disappearing into your bedroom, you look as if you were about to say something, but decided otherwise.

Once he hears the soft clear of your door, relief evaporates from his shoulders. A hand rubs over his forehead, working out the tension, the start of a headache soon coming.

Great.

He lifts himself off the sofa, moving over to the counter. After grabbing a tall and clear vase, he pours in water and the packet of powder for the roses.

He removes the wrapping of the bouquet and just as he’s about to place them in the vase his thumb brushes over the stem and a thorn pricks his skin, only slightly but enough to pierce through.

“Shit-” he curses, pulling his hand away.

A deep, dark red shade spreads across his thumb and his brows knit in frustration at the blood that drips on the clear white marble counter.

Placing his thumb in his mouth to stop the bleeding, he grabs a cloth to wipe away any splatter of blood.

He frowns down at the cut, it’s small but it still stings nonetheless and he makes a mental note to disinfect it just as a precaution.

It’ll heal and disappear just like all cuts do.

And with time, he’ll soon forget it ever happened.

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